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After a mildly nervy evening of carb loading followed by an early night I was set fair for the following day, however on arrival I was rather pensive. The vast array of young bucks with their buff physiques and race boards littering the form up area, Sally, however seemed rather pleased, happily smiling while chatting away to my young competitors……
To the race, whether it is 400 metres or 4 miles the event is no different in general definition from any other event and should be treated like a sprint. There is an acceleration to a level of maximal race velocity, which then concludes with the attempt to maintain the highest possible level of that maximal race velocity for the duration of the event. Not that I was taking it seriously……
Joggling for position at the start, the hooter went off, as did the bugles inside my head…… Oh dear this is going to hurt…. I found myself in second place paddle board at the first check point.
Surely the young bucks on their fancy race boards were biding their time and would start flying past the old duffer by the next check point.
At the fourth and final check point I was still second, 60 metres behind the leader. Once again the bugles inside my head sounded as I dug in for a final effort, I was actually starting to pull him back. Unfortunately the head went very hot and wobbly, not wanting to be the knobber who cracked with heat exhaustion falling off 200 metres from home, I reluctantly eased off.
Beaten by a bloke with a beard… But turned out to be a really decent guy, as you can see, I was extremely magnanimous in my victory over the young bucks with their fancy race boards.
I ended up 2nd paddle board and 5th overall out of 90. Now sat here with ice packs on shoulder, ankle, knees, actually close to tears but still failing to get any sympathy from the wife.